A very fluffy and staticky Sam!
Artwork courtesy of @neonthebright XD We are writers for reasons
Tag: sam winchester
February 5th excerpt:
The out of place leaf fluttered to life of its own accord. Before the shape attached to it could dart away and out of range of the grab, Dean’s hand closed around it. A cry of terror yelped out of the small figure as leafy green wings were forced closed and confined along with the rest of its body.
Thanks to his experience with Sam and Jacob, Dean’s grab didn’t crush the little guy, but it would be hard to tell just from his reaction. He struggled valiantly, tiny legs kicking futilely in the closed fist while he tried to free his arms. He was a lot thinner and frailer than Dean’s hardy little brothers, a little wisp of a guy. Bright green eyes stared around without seeing as Logan rushed up next to Dean to see his catch.
February 4th except:
“You’re no ranger,” the stranger called out, keeping plenty of distance between them while they still figured out what was going on. “What brings you this far into the woods?”
Dean planted his boots in place, crossing his arms over his chest and careful to stay clear of the pocket Sam and Jacob were in. Slight movement from the pocket vied for his attention, but he forced it to the back of his mind. His colt was tucked into his pants, hidden out of sight unlike the other man’s gun.
“Last I checked, rangers don’t come back here,” Dean said. “Private property and all that.” He shifted position, pulling an ID out of his jacket. “Name’s Dean Ford,” he said confidently, holding it out for the other man to take. “I’m here to investigate the strange rumors floating around.”
There is actually a very very good reason Sam doesn’t show up in many of the more recent excerpts, and it has nothing to do with how often he’s in the story!
@neonthewrite– Those sorts of things would be very neat, and if the sprites ever had something like that around, the idea would have come from Sam. The only tricky part is having the parts in the right shape for something like that to work.
@nightmares06– Sam was a little young for this at the time. Dean was the more hands-on kid, and more likely to know the mechanics of something like that while Sam would rather look up the information in a book before attempting. He might have devised something as he aged, but unlike the hang glider where he had Bowman’s wings to poke at to help his design, he has nothing to reference.
Brothers Saved ( 6 of 6 )
AU: Brothers Saved
Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14
Sam stared at Dean, and Dean stared right back at Sam.
It was like the world had frozen in that moment with the brothers’ first view of each other.
Dean, standing alone on the bed. He was crouched in place, one hand clutching his silver knife and the other held out to keep his balance on the cushioned surface. Sam stood by the door of the room, his finger still on the light switch, his eyes wide at how little Dean was.
A week of seeing his older brother crumpled and limp had helped prepare him, but Dean had no such preparation.
One foot edged backwards, and then another. Dean backed away from the giant form of his little brother, his breathing quickening as he took it all in. The bed, the window, the size of the door. The light overhead that might as well be the sun for all the good he’d do trying to reach it.
And Sam…
“W-who are you?” Dean shouted up at the giant in the room with him. “Where’s my little brother?”
Sam gulped, his eyes full of water. “It– It’s me, Dean,” he tried explaining. He took a step forward, planning on dropping to his knees to be back on the same level as Dean.
That was a bad idea. Dean leapt backwards at the step, almost falling on his ass when the bed didn’t cooperate. The silver knife wavered, then his resolve strengthened. “No,” Dean said firmly. “My brother’s not a giant! ”
Sam had no comeback, and let his hands drop to his sides. Dean took this as the time to glance around, quickly plotting out the room around him. Gotta find Sammy. So long as the giant in the room wasn’t grabbing at him, maybe there was time…
Then, a noise made him stop. Was that… crying?
Dean forced himself to look at the giant he’d woken up to. The kid had sunk to the ground and had his face covered, shoulders shaking. The sound of him crying sent a dagger through Dean’s heart, like he’d done it.
Before he knew what was happening, his legs carried him to the edge of the bed nearest Sam. That was when he realized that it was his little brother there, as insane as this fever dream was. Sam was upset because Dean was rejecting him.
“Sammy, hey,” Dean said, his voice losing the icy edge from a minute ago. “It’s okay. I’m here, it’s gonna be okay.”
Sam paused, peeking between his fingers. “You mean it?” he asked thickly.
Dean nodded. “Just like always. We’ll figure it out. Whatever this insanity is.”
Sam moved his hands down to his lap, staring at them as his fingers twitched with energy. His eyes were big and watery, but with a few gasping breaths, he started to come under control.
Dean forced a grin. “You’ve always got me watchin’ your back,” he promised, with no real idea what he was going to do now. Whatever had happened, he needed to look out for Sam, and he couldn’t let his little brother down just because he wasn’t so little anymore.
FIN
February 2nd excerpt:
Asleep or not, the moment Sam latched a hand on Dean’s jacket to scale up to his chest, the steady breathing pattern hitched underneath his touch. Sam smiled, knowing that meant Dean had woken up.
He didn’t halt his climb, though, or even miss a beat. It took him mere moments to reach the top, and he sat down right over Dean’s heart. “How’s the ground treating you?” he called up to Dean with a knowing grin as Dean continued to pretend sleep. There was a furrow in Dean’s brow at Sam’s words, but nothing more.
@neonthewrite– Regarding the lighter, the older sprites most likely reacted a lot like Bowman did. Amazed and wary, and surprised that he can hold even a small fire in his hand. Since he’s the expert with it, they’d most likely leave it to him simply out of fear of accidentally setting it off themselves (they really really don’t like fire).
@nightmares06– Sam does have his climbing abilities, only with the sprites he doesn’t have the standard hook and thread to climb with. Trees have fairly thick bark which offers plenty of handholds, so when he was bored, he would try climbing up the tree trunk. It gave him something to occupy himself with when Bowman finally got himself off the ground and flitted off, and went too far to hear Sam cheering him on.
Dean taught Sam caution with everything he entrusted his little brother with, so Sam knows the proper handling of a lighter (and a gun, though he didn’t get cursed with a gun). He won’t leave it lying around again, and along with many of the other items he was cursed with, it serves as an anchor to his old life to hang on to.
Brothers Saved ( 5 of 6 )
AU: Brothers Saved
Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14
Sam slept peacefully on the floor, sprawled out in the collection of blankets he’d slowly amassed from throughout Bobby’s house. There were enough in the room to almost coat the floor by the end of the week. It was a comfort to have a place to burrow. For so long, he could steal into Dean’s bed if he got nervous and curl up for security.
Now, Sam was the bigger brother, and had no one else to look to while John and Bobby hunted the witch.
The night was cloying in the spare bedroom. Motes of dust floated in the little light that made its way through the only window in the room, moonlight illuminating the bookshelf across from where Sam rested. His breathing had long ago evened out into sleep.
This meant he missed the motion that happened up on the bed.
Dean woke with a start, his pulse surging with adrenaline as consciousness returned for the first time since the fight with the witch. He sprang to his feet–
–and immediately tumbled to the ground, landing on the cushioned surface with a frown.
None of this lessened the urgency in him. He needed to get out, find Sam, find John. That was it. Sam was in danger. He couldn’t remember from what or who, but he knew his little brother needed help now.
Shifting so he was on his hands and knees, Dean crawled across the white surface, confused by how big it was. Surely there was an ending to this white cloud of–
His next hand landed on empty air, and Dean went tumbling head over heels down the rest of the pillow.
It felt like Dean fell down that slope forever, but in reality it was only a few drawn-out seconds before he landed with a start on a slightly firmer surface. The muffled curses that spilled out of Dean’s mouth tapered off as he heard a sound in the distance. Like the steady breeze between the treetops, disrupted by the rush of an ocean.
Something was here with him, and from the sound of things, it was big.
Dean didn’t waste any more time. As soon as he realized there was something horribly wrong in his world, he was on his feet and running, trying to squint to see his surroundings and attempting to put as much space between himself and the thing as he could.
“Dean?”
The voice that sounded out of the blackness made Dean trip over a fold in the strange surface he was running along, and he went sprawling. “Sammy?!” he called out, his heart lurching as he realized his little brother could be out there in the darkness, facing this thing on his own.
He stubbornly ignored the way Sam’s voice warped around him, the deep sound so out of place coming from his scrawny little brother.
There had to be an explanation for everything, there just had to be.
Something shifted from the side again, and it sounded like an entire warehouse of fabric was moving. Dean pulled out his knife, edging to the side and scanning the ground around him. Gotta find Sammy and get out of here before it finds me.
“Dean, thank god you’re okay.”
“Sam where are you?” Dean called out, trying to zero in on his little brother’s voice. It sounded like it was coming from the same place as the massive gusts, but that was impossible.
It had to be.
“I’m here.”
Even the funhouse mirror style of Sam’s voice was hushed as he spoke. The hairs on the back of Dean’s neck rose. “What do you mean?”
A light snapped on, and Dean finally saw where he was.
Asks and prompts open for this AU! More coming tomorrow!
February 1st excerpt:
Leaves crunched under Dean’s boots far below, and moths or butterflies occasionally took flight to escape the path. After three years living in the safe confines of the walls, where everything was still and the air had long since grown stale, it was a stark contrast. Everything in the forest was so alive, and Jacob almost felt like the trees themselves were paying them curious attention.
The scene might be familiar to Jacob, but he was beyond recognition to anyone who’d known him before. He had a new family to rely on and his friends were a memory.
Far ahead, motion caught his eye and he lightly slapped Sam’s arm with the back of his hand. Pointing, he muttered, “See the deer over there? Way ahead in the trees.”
Brothers Apart 